Author's Note: I've actually seen this a lot. This is an AU in which Hanna and Toby are brother and sisters. I have no idea how anyone came up with that (maybe it's the blue eyes?), but I sort of like it. So...Jenna just doesn't exist to Toby and Spencer in this AU.

Day One-Hundred Eighty-Eight: All Too Well by Taylor Swift

It was autumn and about three or four months into our official relationship when he decided to bring me to meet his sister, Hanna. She lived upstate and from how he always described her, they were very close.

It was late October, so the days were starting to get shorter and colder. The leaves were turning, which made for a very pretty picture of vibrant hues of yellow, red, and orange in upstate Pennsylvania. It was such a pretty sight; it was like something you could never forget. I still haven't forgotten it.

"How far away are we?"

There was a playful look in Toby's eyes. "I'm not sure. My sister just moved to this new house a little while ago and I don't know where it is," he answered with a laugh.

"Are we lost?" I asked incredulously.

"…Maybe."

"Toby Cavanaugh!" I scolded. "You don't know where we're going?"

He shrugged before giving me a small grin. "We'll find it eventually," he decided before turning on the radio. I rolled my eyes playfully at him. He looked over at me, almost missing the stop sign. I shook my head, amused with him.

When we finally found our way to his sister's house, I walked through the door holding his hand. She had a very beautiful house. Her house had pretty, ornate fixtures all around. The walls were painted a warm cranberry color with dusty gold and bronze fixtures on the wall, including an ornate clock and mirrors. It was a vintage yet chic interior design. It felt homey in there. I was happy to be there, especially with Toby.

"Hanna!" Toby called out as we stood in the foyer of her home.

"You don't just go barging into people's houses, Toby! At least, not without cookies or something," a blonde responded as she walked down the stairs. She looked just as vintage and chic. She was wearing tall red pumps with gold embellishments and a red dress with white polka dots and white racer-back straps. She looked very housewife-ish but still very modern and fun. Her blue eyes had a very familiar fun quality to them that I recognized from her brother's eyes. "Aren't you going to introduce me, big brother?" she asked teasingly.

"Hanna, this is my girlfriend, Spencer," he introduced. I still blushed whenever he called me his girlfriend. He was always so sweet about it. He was sweet about everything.

Thinking of that day still makes me a little sad, knowing how things worked out and knowing how much I ended up liking Hanna, his sister. I left my scarf there at her house. I know he kept it because Hanna had told me (while we were still dating) that she gave it to him to return to me. I guess he burned it, got rid of it, or kept it. I still think he kept it. I know it's stupid to think that; we were over a while ago. That magic and that love aren't there anymore. He couldn't possibly want something from me when I meant nothing to him. I told myself I was okay with that, but I wasn't fine at all with it. Every time I thought of him, I thought of how we walked around his sister's town in upstate Pennsylvania and how he held me when it got too cold…I remembered it too clearly, like it was still happening. It gave me this horrible, nostalgic feeling that I didn't like.

Spencer got a cute little blush on her face as her mom brought out the old photo albums. She opened the first one to a picture of Spencer, about twelve, wearing glasses as she lay down on her bed, reading one of the classics.

"Here's when Spencer had her first field hockey game," her mother said as she pointed at a picture of Spencer in the ninth grade, holding her field hockey stick proudly. "She got three goals in her first game."

Spencer tried to contain her blush, but it didn't work. "I blocked like five goals that day…"

"She's being modest. She blocked at least nine," her mother insisted.

I smiled at her. I liked getting to know about her past. It made me feel more like I was a part of her future…a big part, even. It made me sad to remember that we had no future together anymore and there was no longer anything I could do about it. Sometimes I forgot how much I loved her. That made me so sad. It made me sadder to remember all the things we did when we were in love. I remembered how Spencer couldn't sleep, so we got up in the middle of the night and went into the kitchen to get a snack. It turned into the two of us dancing in the kitchen, just goofing off, before we realized it was three in the morning and we should probably try and get some sleep. It was so clear, even now. It almost felt weird to think that I was there with her because those feelings all felt so foreign to me now.

Something got skewed, lost in translation….I don't know what happened to us. Maybe I was more serious than she was. Maybe she got scared of getting more serious or committed. A part of me feels like I'll never really know what happened. All I knew was that everything felt perfect when we were together and then it just fell apart. It felt like Spencer ran away because she was scared of something.

I just sat down to start working on some things for school when my phone began to buzz. My heartbeat hastened when I saw who it was.

"Toby? Why are you calling?" I asked as I picked up the phone.

"Oh, I…um…I just wanted to let you know that I found more things of yours."

"Oh." I wasn't sure if I had been hoping for something else to come out of his mouth, but I felt a bit of disappointment.

"I'll mail them back to you on Monday."

Did he really hate me that much that he couldn't even face me long enough to give me back my things?

"Okay."

That left my heart and my pride feeling rather broken. Suddenly, I just remembered it too much, too vividly. I had felt that way before. I hated it. But it just left me feeling paralyzed. I couldn't move. The hour and the minute hands on the clock wouldn't move.

Sometimes I just hated him for it. I just wanted to feel like myself again, but I had lost the Spencer Hastings I used to be. There were too many days I just spent lying in his bed, wearing his clothes, and now I couldn't even recognize myself in the mirror. Fucking pathetic.

The next week, a packaged had arrived in the mail. It was a few necklaces I really couldn't have cared less about, an old t-shirt (which actually belonged to me), and a hairbrush.

He still had my scarf from Hanna's house. I wondered why he still kept that stupid old thing. Maybe it reminded him of happier times. Maybe he had already burned it. But I thought he kept it. Maybe it had too many memories for him to burn. Maybe we had too many memories that he just didn't want to burn it or throw it away.

Sometimes, when I have a lot on my mind, I like to walk. Sometimes, I'd walk with him, but now I was walking alone. I put on an old sweatshirt and a different old scarf to walk out, by myself.

It was autumn again. That was probably when I began to fall for him—in autumn, when the leaves were falling on account of the change of seasons. He told me I was the best thing to ever happen. I was the first person who ever really made him feel loved, you know, outside of family. It was the first real relationship he ever had, he said.

It was rare. It was real. It was something special. I know that. We remembered that. We were both there. This was really heartbreak, but I don't think I'd want to change it. Even when the memories were too painful sometimes, many were fond, warm memories. Welcome memories.

MilaMizz: That reminds me of this shirt I wanted to get from Marina and the Diamonds' store. It just says "Anti-Socialite" and I was like yasss that's me, but they were all sold out :( I did, however, get a t-shirt today that said "Girls Just Wanna Have Fund$" which makes me happy because she had a t-shirt like that in her store, too. I'm very happy you used one of my synonyms.

AL3110:I just didn't like it. I talked to Julien at Academy Day. idk where we stand, but obviously our friendship didn't mean very much to him. I also talked to Jasmir. It went much better than expected. I'm not even going to address that ridiculousness because obvi orange juice is better. But yeah, obviously, I only get the mcnuggets. Actually, I didn't go because of something I'd rather not discuss here. But no, it was my old babysitter. In front of my dad you can call me by my real name. or Kayson. I really don't think he cares. In front of my mom, you can just call me Kayson. She won't care. Also, I told my mom not to call you Audrey. She asked if she could call you Allie instead of Al. I told her I call you Alliecat. Yeah, I get it.

Sarah:No. I just make a face at most of my work but usually I guess it's kind of decent. I mean, I know it's better than most people my age's (because I am actually grammatically correct a good 90-95% of the time). Really, don't say that. Don't say that. I've never watched Criminal Minds, but I will take that as a compliment (?) since I'm pretty sure it's a good show. Alright, if you're so "flawless" then why don't you show me that? Because being flawless (imo) is having flaws and being able to accept them and accept the person you are. No, it makes sense, and sure, I'd be concerned when the description of your blog is "if my absence didn't alter your life, then my presence was clearly nothing" because you. fucking. matter. and you don't. fucking. get it. I think everything is boring unless the language is beautiful (but it can't be purple prose because then it's even more boring; have you ever read a story where it takes a frickin paragraph to describe a character preparing themselves coffee? because I have. Boring). I would but I am lazy. It should. It's an enigma. I am an enigma. I think.

The last paragraph felt especially cheesy but whatever I'll deal.

Officially I could not feel like a worse human being at the moment.

Tomorrow's one-shot will be Sweet Little Lies by Glenna Bree and it may be marvelous (lol probably not) or it might be atrocious (more than likely) or somewhere in between with mediocrity (I'd put my money on that) but I will still try :) -Kayson

P.S: THANK YOU EVERY SINGLE PERSON (or robot) THAT HAS EVER READ/CLICKED ON THIS ONE-SHOT COLLECTION! I NOW OFFICIALLY HAVE OVER 50.000 VIEWS! THAT'S LIKE 49.999 MORE VIEWS THAN THIS WOULD'VE GOTTEN IF I NEVER POSTED IT SO I APPRECIATE ALL OF YOU SPECIAL SNOWFLAKES.